WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL
Aubrey looked at me wanting to ask who this person was, but I didn't really know who she was, so I could only reply with a smile of goodwill.
“I know you came here to inquire about Ancanta's death, so I have been here waiting for your arrival. Call me Jane. Follow me, let's go into the library that year."
Although I knew that Aubrey and I were very confused, the nun Jane continued to walk, I felt a little strange but also hurried to follow in her footsteps. Mrs. Jane went to the library and entered, as fast as the wind, I did not see her. If it weren't for her to be an eighty-year-old woman, no one would have believed that at that age she could be so healthy.
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